


i just gravitate towards you

by ambitioncutsusdown



Category: The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner
Genre: Alternate Universe - Dance, Dance School, M/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-03-18
Updated: 2015-03-18
Packaged: 2018-03-18 13:03:02
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,178
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3570623
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ambitioncutsusdown/pseuds/ambitioncutsusdown
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Newt’s been eying up the guy across the room for the past thirty minutes, which, okay, probably isn’t very smart, because he looks like he could beat Newt up in less than three seconds.</p>
            </blockquote>





	i just gravitate towards you

**Author's Note:**

> inspired by Fame and, like, every single Step Up movie you've ever seen

Newt’s been eying up the guy across the room for the past thirty minutes, which, okay, probably isn’t very smart, because he looks like he could beat Newt up in less than three seconds. And being beaten up is not something he’s particularly keen on – he’s had the experience. It sucks.

But he still can’t help it, the guy looks _hot_. Not just average hot, like he’s a random goodlooking guy. He’s seen a lot of those. He’s met a lot of those. Average goodlooking guys think they’re the shit, which automatically makes them only half as attractive as they could have been.

This guy isn’t like that. Though he looks like he knows he’s quite handsome (which he probably does know.  He most likely owns a mirror, just like the rest of the population. It’s just that he doesn’t look like an asshole because of it.)

He also looks incredibly out of place in the dance studio: pants too baggy and shirt too tight (though Newt can clearly see his abs, and it’s not like he’s going to complain about that, alright). His hair is dark and messy, and he has dark circles underneath his eyes, like he hasn’t slept properly in a few days. Newt can spot a pack of cigarettes visible in the bag he’s carrying around, and then notices the way his fingers are twitching, clenching in a fist and then unclenching again. Nervous smoker, he guesses.

He can understand the sentiment – he himself is a nervous coffee drinker. Which is probably all kinds of lame and uncool, and has turned his bloodstream into a coffeestream by now, but whatever. As long as no one comments on it, and his doctor has everything under control, he’s not going to worry about it.

“Alright people, gather around.”

Newt finally forces his gaze away from the guy and looks at Brenda coming in, not able to hide a pleased smirk when he sees the surprise on everyone’s faces. Although some of them aren’t just surprised, but downright belittling, like they’re going to disregard everything she says right away.

Newt can’t wait for Brenda to shut them down.

“First round of auditions, alright? I’m going to show you a basic choreography, alright. I’ll show it three or four times, then you are on your own. Group performances, and the judges will select who goes through. Simple shit.”

If Newt hadn’t known Brenda for five years now, he would have been terrified as fuck. Instead he knows what to expect, and he’s ready for it. He’s been training for this for years.

Turning his back to the hot guy, he picks a spot on the first row. He doesn’t care about who’s watching him, as long as he can clearly see what Brenda’s doing.

Which turns out to be a really good idea. Brenda’s choreography is _lethal_ ; he’s soaking in sweat after only fifteen minutes. She certainly planned on making them work for it, and Newt can’t really blame her. This school offers only five spots to new students each year, and there are roughly fifty candidates, so a lot of them have to go. Tough first auditions are the perfect way to separate those who can pick up what’s thrown at them, and those who can’t.

He tries to follow her steps as good as possible, but still after four times he still hasn’t quite picked up on everything. But Brenda isn’t listening to people asking for _one more time, please_. She just exits the room and leaves them to it so they can practice.

Newt searches for a spot in between all those other people and just watches for a few minutes. It seems like more people are struggling with remembering all the steps, and they sort of try to make the best of it, not always with the same level of success.

If this weren’t an audition, Newt might offer to help them out. Or if they could help each other out.

But it _is_ an audition; it’s each person for themselves, so he keeps quiet and stretches his limbs and counts his steps in his head. If he can perfect what he knows, he’ll probably make it through.

\---

The judges are kind of harsh, Newt thinks. Most of them don’t suck _that_ bad.

But it’s one bad critique after another, and they’re all forced to stay on stage and listen to it. One girl gets praised for her classic training, one guy gets praised for making it work despite not having any training at all.

Newt rolls his eyes at half of them.

“Gally, please step forward.”

It’s the guy he noticed before, the one with messy hair and too big pants. Newt hadn’t had much time to watch him dance (though he couldn’t help sneaking a few glances) and it looked like he had it down pretty well.

So the judges start by praising him. Telling him he really made the routine his own, how his footwork needed a tad more work, but that is what he’s here for: to get that training. The last judge is more critical and tells him how it looks like he was taken right out of the streets and she’s not sure if he belongs in a school like this. But she’s the only one to say something negative, so she’s mostly ignored, and he’s through to the second round of auditions.

A bunch of other people are called on, all getting different critiques, and then it’s Newt’s turn. They say more or less what he’d expected from them: he made few mistakes and it’s obvious he has experienced, though they’re not sure if he can handle the intense training and dedication this school asks from them. Newt assures them he can, and then he’s through as well.

By the time they’re done, the group is pretty much cut in half.

“Well done, all of you,” the jury congratulates them. “We’ll see you later today.”

\---

Lunch is tense. Newt’s nerves are catching up on him, so food is the last thing on his mind. Auditions usually take three days, which sounds like a lot but Newt knows that if he gets accepted into this school, his entire life will be like those three days. It’s a good way to make sure you know what you’re getting into, he thinks.

Though he still hopes the nerves will go down soon. He’s never on his best if his hands are sweating and his knees are trembling.

Most of his lunchtime is spent shoving his food around on his plate, and before he knows it, they’re called back out. This time their dance instructor introduces himself as Minho. Newt comes to the conclusion that he’s fucking crazy within their first five minutes of being in the same room.

His routine is easily the hardest one Newt has seen recently, with a lot of floor work and hand movements Newt doesn’t care about. But he soon realizes it’s more about the attitude than about getting everything right, so once he focuses on delivering fiercely instead of perfectly, it goes better.

Minho spends a little more time with them than Brenda did. Not much, though, and once he’s gone they have two more hours to learn everything.

Feeling confident he can do it, Newt lets his eyes wander again. The technique girl seems to be struggling. Some other people are too. One them being the guy.

Or Gally, Newt corrects himself. He’s learned his name now, after all. He can do the attitude part, but his movements are rushed, like he doesn’t take the time to finish them properly and instead keeps thinking about his next step, and the one after that.

He hesitates a second and then shrugs to himself, walks over to the guy. “Do you need help?”

Gally lets his gaze wander over Newt’s body, and keeps quiet while he does so. “Nah man,” he finally says, “I’ll manage. Thanks for the offer.”

Shrugging, Newt steps back again, watches him a little bit longer, and then decides to focus on himself again. As long as he can do it, it doesn’t matter what the other students do. He has to think about himself now.

\---

Five more people are gone after second auditions, which leaves twenty one of them fighting for five spots. There’s one more training session, Brenda being the one to teach it to them, but they won’t have to perform it until their last day. That is, the students who are still here after various cuts have to perform it, to see how well they remembered and how much they practiced.

And Newt wants to practice it, but he’s simply exhausted, so after a late-night dinner, he waits for the bathroom to be free (all remaining candidates have to share rooms), changes into his pajamas, and goes straight to bed.

The morning is more hectic that he would’ve liked it to be. People take their sweet time applying make-up, which he thinks is fucking ridiculous considering the heavy schedule they have waiting for them, and there’s a bit of a hassle at breakfast. Meanwhile he just tries to consume as much coffee as possible in the little time they have, keeps his eyes down to prevent himself from staring at Gally, and mostly keeps quiet. Let other people fight, he has better things to do.

When they get to the rehearsal studio, a tall woman with red hair is already waiting for them. “Good morning,” he greets them, “I’m your first coach. My name is Sonya, I’ll stay with you for thirty minutes, after that you have one more hour to practice, okay?”

She doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, and everyone rushes to find a good spot and follow her movements.

It’s all very lyrical, which isn’t always easy, but Newt likes it so he gives it his all.

Sonya staying for thirty minutes means that she has time to give some advice, correct people when they get it wrong or just flat out fuck up terribly. It’s a nice change from _here is your routine, have fun with it_ , and at least now Newt feels like he’s finally learning something.

They still go by fast, but by the end of their hour practice time, Newt feels confident that he can pull it off.

And maybe he doesn’t quite understand how the jury manages to judge twenty one people performing the same dance all at once, but once they’re done, everyone is called out again one by one.

The technique girl – Teresa, Newt learns now – is through to the next round. The next five people are as well, which gives him a strange feeling of safety.

Then the next six people get cut and safety is out of the window.

You just never really know what they are looking for. They want someone with experience, but the right kind of experience, and with attitude but not too much attitude. Someone who can connect with the audience but who doesn’t rely on charisma, and who learn quickly but can also correct themselves. It’s quite a lot. But it’s also a very prestigious school, so it’s probably only normal they have such high expectations.

Gally can go to the next round as well. Newt sees him grin as he walks away.

He’s next on their list, and this time, all they say is “well done, you can move on.” Newt quickly leaves before they change their minds.

\---

Thirteen students.

They cut more people than Newt expected.

The top five seems so close yet so far.

Minho enters the dance studio again and Newt bites back a groan. His choreography is different but just as difficult, and after he’s gone, everyone seems to be struggling one way or another. It’s a fucking disaster.

Newt half expects that if the jury ever seems them like this, they’ll just throw out all thirteen and find a new group of people to audition. Frankly, they all fucking suck.

“We all fucking suck,” he mumbles under his breath, wiping his forehead and sipping his bottle of water.

“Yeah,” someone agrees with him.

Someone turns out to be Gally, and Newt stares at him in a bit of a shock. He hadn’t realized the guy stood close enough to him to hear him.

“Do you wanna try it together?”

Newt blinks, even more shocked now. He wants to say no, but he _knows_ he’ll never get it entirely right on his own. And maybe they’ll be able to help each other out.

“Sure,” he says, and five minutes later he’s going through Minho’s routine over and over again, correcting Gally when he messes up and nodding when Gally calls him out on something.

It’s still not perfect when their time is up, but a quick look through the room teaches Minho that at least they’re better than some of the other people.

One girl completely forgets each and every step Minho taught her. It’s a fucking disaster and Newt almost feels sorry for her.

But she’s the only one who has to leave. He suspects the jury took pity on them because it was a ridiculously hard routine, and if she’d only remembered at least half of the dance, she’d still be there with them, but alas. She’s gone now.

\---

Dinner is mostly silent, though some people have started bonding. It’s only natural, after spending two days together, mostly locked up in the same room. Sure, there’s competition, and they’re all there for the same spots, but it’s impossible to ignore each other.

Newt’s sitting next to a guy who keeps calling himself Frypan (Newt prays to god that’s not his real name), and halfway through dinner Gally puts down his tray with food in front of Newt and grins at him. “Hi,” he says.

Newt nods at him and offers him a smile. “Hey.”

“We totally were the best at Minho’s routine, man.”

He snorts softly, but grins all the same. “Yeah,” he says. Because they fucking were.

“Thanks for helping me out.”

“You too.”

Gally nods and goes back to silence after that. Newt finds he doesn’t mind.

\---

The next morning, both Brenda and Minho are waiting for them.

“Couples,” someone mutters. The rest of the group lets out a noise of agreement.

Couple dances are fucking horrifying.

Firstly, because they’re couple dances. Secondly, because you’re supposed to rely on someone you’ve never danced with before, and you need to be able to trust each other when you only have roughly two hours of practice time.

It’s a recipe for disaster and Newt isn’t looking forward to it.

“Let’s pick partners. Thomas?”

There are six guys and six girls left. Newt tries to figure out who he might get stuck with. He hopes it’s not Rachel, to be honest, because she fucking scares him. Teresa would be okay.

Thomas picks Teresa.

Frypan picks Harriet.

Alby picks Rachel.

“Gally?”

“I’m going with Newt.”

Everyone looks at him, their heads snapping up at the same time. It would be comical, if it’s wasn’t… like this.

“Me?”

Gally shrugs, and maybe Newt is imagining things, but it seems like his cheeks are just a shade darker than they were before.

“Okay…” Brenda tries to smooth things out. Like she totally expected this to happen.

The other couples are formed quickly, and once that’s over, Newt takes his spot next to Gally, tells himself to stop thinking, and just watches Minho and Brenda dance.

It’s a pretty difficult dance. Newt tries to calm himself down by saying that at least there aren’t any weird lifts in it. It doesn’t really work.

Gally looks confident, though, and his confidence is enough to make Newt believe that they might have a shot.

It helps that he sort of already knows how Gally moves, both from watching him and having helped each other out yesterday. It’s feels good, if he’s being completely honest. They got three hours to practice this time. Newt’s glad for that, because it really gives them to opportunity to get everything perfect.

Until Gally catches him by surprise.

“What if we, like, dump that last spin to the right at the end, and instead to this kind of two-step-thing? Like this?”

Gally makes sure he has Newt’s attention before showing him what he meant.

Newt bites him lip. “I… don’t think we’re supposed to _change_ the choreography.”

“No, but, doesn’t it look much cooler? Like it actually looks really good. Try it one time.”

They do the entire routine, this time with Gally’s suggestion, and he has to admit that it does look better. Feels better, too. The spin felt too forced, too fake, and this looks more logical.

He’s still doubtful about it. They’re taught this routine for a reason. They can’t go around changing things and doing whatever they want with it.

“I don’t know, Gally…”

It’s the look on Gally’s face that pulls Newt over.

“Alright, fine.”

So that’s what they do. They change their choreography. When they’re done, Newt fears he might pass out.

Thomas and Teresa are through. So are Frypan and Harriet. Beth and Aris have to go.

They’re called on next.

The first thing the judges comment on is their change.

“Did you forget part of the dance?”

“No, sir,” Gally immediately says. “We remembered. We just… thought this was better.”

Newt bites his tongue so he won’t scream at Gally. _You can’t fucking tell the judge that the routine they picked wasn’t good enough you can’t just do that oh my god what were you thinking_.

They look sort of really unimpressed and nod.

Newt’s certain they’re going to get cut.

That’s why it takes him a long time to understand what’s happening when the judges say they’re through.

They’re through.

They’re on to the next and final round.

“Holy fuck,” Newt curses out loud, which makes everyone around him laugh, and Gally is pulling him into a hug, and Newt repeats himself four times and then let’s Gally drag him away and hug him again. “We fucking killed it!” he mutters under his breath.

Newt can only nod.

\---

He spends the rest of the evening practicing the dance Brenda taught them earlier. It’s harder than he expected it to be, but once he remembered all the steps and went through it a few times, it was okay. He just needed to remember and practice.

So that’s what he does all night.

Remember and practice.

Again.

And again.

Until he’s so tired that he almost crawls to bed and fall asleep right away.

\---

The next morning, all they get is a letter. No coaches, no instructors. Only a letter.

“For your final audition, you have to perform Brenda’s routine and a choreography of your own. You have four hours to prepare and practice both,” Teresa reads out loud.

Four people gasp and three of them curse. Newt stays silent.

Yesterday’s cut left only eight candidates. Three more had to go.

Newt wasn’t going to be one of those three. He was going to fucking make it.

He knows he has Brenda’s dance down, he can do it without thinking. So he can spend most of his time on coming up with his own routine. He has plenty of them, and he can just take the best parts and fit them all together, make it flow.

He can do this.

\---

It looks like he’s one of the few people.

One look across the room, and he can see that Teresa and Frypan are safe. They seem to have their first dance down as well and just need to practice on their own piece.

All the others… it’s a bit messy.

A lot messy, for certain people.

Newt actually winces watching some of them and resists the urge to go over to them and help them. He can’t afford that right now, not when there’s only so few spots and he _needs_ one of those spots. He’s not going to let anyone take them away from him.

But then he looks at Gally and sees him struggle with Brenda’s footwork and he sighs, stretching before he goes over to him.

“Need help?”

Gally frowns at him. “Don’t you have to practice on your own?”

“I can spare thirty minutes. Want them or not?”

He nods reluctantly. Newt smiles.

Gally picks up quickly, which is a good thing. Newt’s not sure if he could spend more time on trying to help Gally. He’s not even sure why he’s doing it, because now he’s just helping the guy become even better, become even more competition. He could be the one to take the last spot later, and Newt will hate himself if Gally gets in and he doesn’t. He’ll also hate Gally, even though the guy didn’t ask for help. Newt was stupid enough to offer it.

“Thanks,” Gally says when they’re done.

“No problem.”

\---

Newt has to keep reminding himself that he can do this.

He feels confident and insecure at the same time, and the wait is killing him.

Because, of course, they have to go in one by one now, and it’s going to fucking slow it’s driving him crazy.

At least he’s not the only one waiting. Harriet’s still here as well, and so is Gally, who keeps cursing quietly everyone few minutes.

“I need a fucking smoke.”

“I can tell.”

“What?”

Newt snorts and shakes his head. “You’re nervous. You smoke. Of course you need a cigarette right now.”

Gally stares at him in surprise. “Smart kid, huh?” he finally mutters. Newt only hums.

Harriet can go in next. Newt wishes her good luck and waits some more.

“Why did you pick me?”

“What?”

This time he doesn’t bother not laughing. “Can you say anything else?”

Gally’s cheeks darken again, a light blush appearing. “Sorry. You mean yesterday?”

Newt nods.

“You’re just… you offered to help me. And we danced together earlier. I just got a good vibe? I thought it’d be fun man, s’all. No need to get all weird on me.”

Biting his lip on a tiny smile, Newt shakes his head. “I wasn’t gonna go all weird on you. Just wondering.”

“Cool.”

Gally stays quiet, and Newt figures their conversation is over again. But without distraction he just feels so much more nervous.

He really hopes he’s not going to throw up during his final audition. That’d kill him. The jury would kill him. He’d kill himself.

“I wasn’t… trying to do something.”

Gally’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “Do something?” he asks in confusion, waiting for some kind of clarification.

“Yeah, you know. Like… come on to you or something.”

“Oh my god.”

Newt laughs, and maybe that’s rude, but he can’t help it. “Why would you even want to do that? Why would I think that?”

Gally shrugs and looks clearly uncomfortable. His cheeks are as red as they can get. “Just… you’re hot? So maybe you’d think that?”

“You think I’m hot?”

Now Gally’s the one to be confused. “Uh. Yeah? Obviously? Have you seen yourself?”

He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It’s kind of really flattering. A lot, actually, because Gally’s pretty freaking hot himself, so if another hot guy calls you hot, it’s like an extra special compliment. Or something.

But before he can reply, the door opens and he’s called in. He flashes Gally a last smile and disappears inside.

\---

He gives it all he’s got.

It’s the best audition of his life, if he may say so himself.

The judges ask him a few questions when he’s done, mostly the usual: “why should we offer you a chance to go to our school” and “are you willing to commit?” Then follows a speech about how hard work this is, and they only accept the best of the best. After that, he’s dismissed. He can join the rest of the group already waiting. He’s not sure when they’ll get the results. Maybe today already, maybe tomorrow. Maybe next month. No one really knows, but they have to wait until the last dancer is done before they can go back.

Everyone’s talking about their auditions, and Newt easily joins in on the conversation, comparing things and speculating what the comments might mean, who could be in and who could be out.

Gally joins them sooner than he expected. Maybe time goes quicker when you’re not waiting to perform.

“And?” he asks him.

Gally shrugs, which could mean literally anything. “I don’t know. But I really do need that smoke now.”

And with that, he’s disappeared outside.

\---

They have dinner together. Halfway through dinner they’re told they’ll have the results tomorrow, which promptly brings back the nerves and makes everyone lose their appetite.

It’s a long evening. Everyone sort of hangs out together, mostly because there’s nothing else they can do, but Newt thinks it’s also because they’re too nervous to be alone and need some kind of distraction.

He knows he does, at least.

And his distraction is sitting next to him on the couch, radiating heat, and Newt just wants to snuggle up to him.

Gally looks at him like he can read his mind and smiles at him. Newt sighs and returns it.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here.”

And in one smooth movement, Gally has his arm around Newt and he’s pulled him closer. Newt closes his eyes, biting back a happy noise, and relaxes into the other boy.

It’s really fucking nice.

Gally’s arms are strong and his body is warm and it’ so easy to wrap himself up in it, to enjoy this.

“You comfortable?”

Newt nods with a lazy smile. “You’re nice.”

That makes Gally laugh. “Thanks,” he mumbles.

Newt’s not really sure, but it feels like Gally’s nuzzling into his hair. Newt doesn’t call him out on it. He doesn’t mind.

And it’s enough to keep him silent all evening, until everyone decides to go to bed. Gally gives him another hug, this one lingering longer and making Newt shiver.

\---

Despite his exhaustion, he still lies awake most of the night, thinking about tomorrow’s decision and what he’s going to do if he’s not accepted.

He looks like shit the next morning. Most of the others look similar to him. Some even worse.

“Bad night?” he asks Gally during breakfast.

“Fucking terrible.”

“You worried about not making it?”

Gally looks at him like he’s grown an extra head. “Fuck yes I am.”

“You were great during all your auditions. I’m sure you’ll make it.”

He doesn’t know why he’s saying that, but it feels right. Not only to comfort Gally, but also because he truly believes it.

They have to go back to the rehearsal studio, where one of the judges is already waiting for them.

There’s more talk about how important it is they’re serious about this opportunity and need to keep working hard to get the result they want. Newt sort of tunes it out, because it’s making him even more nauseous than he already was, which is not a good thing.

The speech seems to take forever, and by the end of it they’re all noticeably paler than before. He’s afraid some of them might even pass out.

Then the woman pulls out a list. “Let’s go over this.”

There’s so much tension in the room, Newt is surprised he can still breathe. Or maybe he’s about to hyperventilate, he’s not quite sure.

“Frypan. You’re in.”

Frypan sighs in relief. Everyone else just gets tenser. He’s allowed to leave the room and does so looking kind of dazed. Newt hopes there’s someone on the other side of that door waiting for him, ‘cause he’s not sure the guy might take it more than five steps without collapsing.

Teresa’s in as well. Rachel is the first one to get cut. Everyone watches as tears fill her eyes and she all but runs out of the room.

Harriet goes through as well. Alby is out.

Newt, Gally and Thomas are the only ones left.

Forget passing out, Newt feels like he’s about to die.

“Newt.”

All color drains from his face as he waits for the longest pause on earth to end.

He feels Gally’s hand brush along his. For a moment it seems like Gally’s going to lace their fingers together, but he doesn’t. Newt isn’t sure if he’s disappointed or not.

“You’re in.”

“Thank fucking God,” he whispers. He can hear Gally laugh quietly next to him. When Newt looks at him, he gives him a thumb up.

“Thank you,” Newt says, and he’s never meant anything more in life.

His legs feel weird when he walks out, and it’s a mess there. The people who’ve been cut are still there, tears drying on their face. The ones who are in are smiling so big their face might break in two. “I’m in,” he tells them, and he’s quickly pulled into a hug. People are congratulating them and he can’t stop laughing. He’s in. He got into one of the most important dance schools in the country. He did it.

But a part of him is still wondering what’s going on inside. What Gally’s fate will be.

He doesn’t have to wait very long – mere seconds later, the door is opening, and both guys step out.

Everyone looks at them.

“It’s Gally,” Thomas says. He seems a bit upset, but not terribly so. Not like some of the other dancers.

Newt makes a high pitched noise and flings himself at Gally. “See! I fucking told you you could do it!”

Gally laughs into his ear and wraps his arms around Newt, holding on just a bit too long. Still, Newt isn’t ready to let go of him. He does it anyway a moment later, cheeks flushed and a grin on his face.

He should call his parents. Let them know how it went. And pack his stuff, because they have to leave today. And get ready to move here. There’s a lot he needs to do, but Gally is still grinning and he’s in and Gally’s in and he’s probably too excited about that, but he can’t help it.

He pulls Gally closer again and presses their lips together. Someone gasps, and then there’s nothing but silence. Or maybe Newt just has stopped listening, because Gally is kissing him back, strong hands gripping Newt’s hips and holding him close. He can feel himself grin.

It doesn’t last very long, but when they pull away, Gally looks a little surprised and a lot happy, which is a look Newt can definitely live with.

“Okay?”

Gally nods, licking his lips. “Yeah. Are you gonna keep doing that?”

Newt shrugs, trying to hide his self-consciousness with a smirk. “Well, we are going to the same school now.”

“Yeah,” Gally says with a grin. “Cool.”

“You don’t have a problem with it?”

Gally steps closer to him again. “Definitely not,” he mutters before kissing him again.”

 


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